danιel
"hva pokker Daniel kan ikke du freaking plukke opp etter deg selv? Du er ærlig talt og trenger å lære å holde området ditt rent." I hiss as I pick up cans and plates from Daniels work corner.
"Det er ikke så vanskelig å legge boksene i søpla og oppvasken i vasken! Kan du ikke hjelpe meg? Jeg jobber i seks timer hver eneste dag, de fleste gangene hele dagen søndag. Og du sitter og spiller bare på telefonen." I glare at Daniel sleeping on the couch.
"Stå opp din late rumpe!" I shake him off the couch.
"(Y/n)? What the heck?!" Daniel rubs his hand.
"Du må takke meg for at jeg ryddet opp i alt." I pop my hip out and give a glare.
"What...?" He looks confused.
"Uansett ... du smiler er nok takk."
"I don't understand..."
"Daniel...." I spot another can hidden
нoѕυн
"Oui mademoiselle ... Je vais demander aux infirmières de vous avoir." I say as the patient complains.
"Non, je ne peux pas entrer, oui, ils ont un traducteur pour vous." I nod pacing the house.
"Oh! Le traducteur est ici? Merci mademoiselle, j'espère que vous irez mieux bientôt." I hang up and then in my pacing path run into Hosuh.
"You know French?" He questions.
"Oui...? Why?"
"It's the language of love and you've never tried to flirt with me in French..." he pouts.
"Avez-vous été assis dans un tas de sucre? Parce que tu as un joli cul." I wink at him.
"I don't know what you said but I'm flattered."
ѕтepнen
My phone rings and it's abuelo... oh goodness Stephen is home... I answer the phone and immediately I get a rant about how long I've made him wait.
"Ey abuelo... cálmese. Estaba tratando de encontrar un lugar silencioso." I sigh into the phone. He proceeds to tell me that grandma fell down the stairs and is in the hospital with a broken rib... wonderful. And they need money to help pay the bills.
""Cuanto necesitas? No le puedo dar mas de 300 dollares. Estoy salvando para una nueva casa"." I push my hair back.
""No! Eso es mucho!"!"
"(Y/n)?" I see Stephen walk in with a weirded out expression.
"Stephen Shut up I'm on the phone, No abuelo! No te daré esa cantidad." I bark into the phone.
""Stephen? El es mi novio. No el tampoco tiene dinero para ti! Adiós abuelo. No! Voy a mandar lo que pueda..." I hand up and pocket my phone.
"what was that about?" Stephen asks.
"It was just my abuelo. He only calls when he needs money... and he needs more than I have extra... it's ok though." I shrug.
"So... you know Spanish?" He smirks
"No! I'm not going to say anything for you," I huff... he pouts at me so I give in, "Te amo Stephen, mas de lo que te imaginas."
jay
My friend is calling me!!! I haven't talked to him since I was in 9th grade... well talked as in using words... mostly because he speaks German much better than English.
"Hey Finn, es ist schön wieder mit dir zu reden." I smile leaning against the wall... I may have had a huge crush on him in the past but... never as big as mine for Jay.
"Ja mir geht's gut soweit, Filme immer noch Unsinn fürs Internet. Ich bin ziemlich bekannt geworden aber mir ist das egal. Wie sieht's mit dir aus?" I laugh, his voice is a lot deeper than I remember and it caught me off guard.
"Ooh! Herzlichen Glückwunsch! Ich hoffe ich werde zur Hochzeit eingeladen." I giggle, not noticing jay walk into the room.
"Nein..noch nicht..Wir hatten ein paar Komplikationen in unserer Beziehung..Nein!Bin ich nicht...vielleicht...Okay, vielleicht bin ich es... Ich werde es ihm später sagen... Psst! Er ist im Zimmer" I cover my face.
"Hab dich lieb, bye." I shake my head and pocket my phone and Jay pushes me against the wall with a smirk.
"Tell me sunshine... am I going to have to fight someone? Nobody flirts with my beauty."
"Träum weiter, Jay"
(Requested but wanted to remain anonymous)